Buscar entre menudos giros
otoño adentro
los recuerdos
cuando todo es cascada acreciendo
su abandono.

Jeannette Clariond

I am no good at love

I am no good at love
My heart should be wise and free
I kill the unfortunate golden goose
whoever it may be
with over-articulate tenderness
and too much intensity.

I am no good at love
I batter it out of shape
suspicion tears and sleepless mind
And, gibbering like an ape,
I lie alone in the endless dark
knowing there's no escape.

I am no good at love
When my lazy heart I yield
wild words come tumbling from my  mouth
which should have stayed concealed;
and my jealousy turns a bed of bliss
into a battlefield.

I am no good at love
I betray it with little sins
for I feel the misery of the end
in the moment that it begins
And the bitterness of the last good-bye
is the bitterness that wins.

Noel Coward


Amamos la vida
cuando hallamos un camino hacia ella.

Mahmud Darwish